"Do come here, Dickon," called 'Lisbeth, over the railing, and Dickon came.
"Pull down everything very fast," commanded 'Lisbeth; "mother is going from London dreadful quick, the minute she gets the money; I shall pack things and get ready."
Dickon did not like to pull them down; he did not approve of packing, he wanted to play.
"You are a miserable boy, Dickon, worse than most any boy to leave me here by my lone self."
Dickon looked around and began to think so too.
"P'haps mother don't want to be packed."
"Yes, she does; she does very much indeed; bring the things here, Dickon; pull'm all down here."
Dickon did not like to pull them down; he was not sure even yet that mother wanted to be packed.
"Pile'm down, Dickon!" commanded 'Lisbeth, and Dickon piled them down.
"Hadn't you better fix some before you get more?"